Little Misfortune Morgo Novels & Stories

Suffering due to the same man… Tonight, Malachi Araton will die. Time seemed to pass slowly, although it was probably not even an hour before I saw the man materialise in the centre of the room. He grabbed Morgana, who had been sitting on the floor, yanking her up. My eyes flashed and I knew he’d sense us immediately, hoping that Morgana managed to inject him. When it came to her, it was fucking weird. I could rely on her, like I knew she was my fucking equal, a team. Despite the strong urge to protect her…

The universe was making a joke of me because I was seeing my ex and his brother. I was hallucinating. My head was playing tricks with me again. This is not real. “I know this is hard to believe, but you are safe Maya,” the stranger spoke, “I’m sorry I couldn’t come to you sooner.” “Who are you?” I paused my voice groggy, “What happened?” I asked. I was knitting my eyebrows trying to pinch myself out of the illusion before I was back to reality. Me being raped, forced to have sex with various men or…

A message popped up out of nowhere in the old classmates' group chat. It was from Megan Watson, the class rep. Megan: [Let's get together next week at the Windsor Grand, since that's Rachel's family's place.] Megan: [I'll cover two hundred dollars and treat everyone to dinner, then we can all stay the night after!] Someone replied right away. [The Windsor Grand is Rachel's family's hotel? Then I want the best room there!] I hurried to explain. My family just ran a little diner selling sandwiches and soup. I only worked at the Windsor Grand. Megan sent back a rolling-eyes sticker, dead set on the idea that I was lying. That night, she started a sign-up thread in the chat. Megan: [I'm

I was the biological daughter of the Moretti family, stolen and deliberately switched at birth. When they finally brought me home, everyone believed I had come for their money and power. No one said it more often than Bianca, the daughter they had raised in my place. She said poor people knew better than anyone how to look helpless, and how to trick the rich out of everything they owned. For three years, I tried to prove her wrong. I kept the surname Vale. I stayed away from Moretti Holdings. I refused every expensive gift they offered me. Then my father announced that the family was facing a liquidity crisis. Several core accounts had been frozen, and three of their transport routes had bee

"Should I say that they were using you?" Using me? Who? Morgan played with a bead and looked at me. "I'm not a magician, neither am I a diviner but it is evident that you were used," he said. He was getting me irritated but I knew that I had to take it easy and not meddle. "No one used me," I said confidently. "Alright," he said and looked at Theresa. Theresa walked up to me and began to speak. "Morgan was chased because they knew that he has you," she said. "Isn't it proper for them to come looking for you, why did Morgan choose to fake his accident before they left him?"

Jordan scratched the back of his head. I stared blankly at him - once, twice. Then I burst into fits of laughter. It was so long, I just couldn't stop it. Jordan stood still, his face serious. "What? You think I'm joking?" "I meannnn" It was already weird that I had to go through Mishap curse and now I was dead? What kind of sick joke was that? "Yeah, I knew you wouldn't believe." He shrugged. "You see, we were shot and then we drowned into the pool and tada, we just appeared here. I think Angel Gabriel is outside but ...."

I cursed under my breath, tapping my feet and trying my best to stay out in my seat and not go to that gate, knocking to be let in. "She has not even an umbrella." "Enough with staying the obvious Ronald. You're here as a partner in crime not a judge." He nodded slightly, just as the gate opened revealing Morgan walking out drenched and looking dejected. Her shoulders were slumped and her beautiful blond hair stuck to the sides of her face and her skin. Her green eyes looked dull in the gloomy evening, the under of her eyes puffed and swollen. I took off my coat walking out of the car when another car zoomed past me, spraying droplets of water on my suit. It stoped right in front of her, the

MORGANA FOSTER She gives a bitter smile as she finishes her speech. I can't imagine her pain, but I understand that it hurts. She paused, taking a breath, while I absorbed every word. The intensity of the moment deepened with each revelation. "However, the compensation didn't bring my loved ones back," she continued, her gaze fixed on some point beyond me. "And the person responsible for maintaining that machine, who didn't do his job properly, was none other than your father, Morgana. He was the supervisor that night. And he wasn't there to ensure that everything was working properly."

Emory touches my shoulder — one last reassurance — then disappears down the hallway with Lucian right behind her. I exhale shakily and turn to the sea of pain surrounding me. Then a voice rips through the din. “HOPE!” Morgana. She’s screaming. I bolt toward her. I find her crouched on the floor, cradling one of her pups, the same one from before. His skin is hot and pale, sweat beading on his tiny brow. His breathing is ragged, shallow. The kind of breath that comes right before it stops.

Morgan. "Why didn't you knock? You startled me," Mrs. Morgan said, picking up her phone from the floor. However, Dora remained silent. Still a bit upset, Mrs. Morgan approached her, subconsciously seeking an apology. When she turned Dora to face her, she noticed that Dora was crying. Mrs. Morgan's initial anger dissolved, and she gazed at Dora, contemplating how to address her tears. Before she could say anything, Dora spoke in a somber voice.